Late Night Extreme Torture Bondage

Tony: Thank you for your constant feed back. I wish we had more readers like you.

It seems slave and I are going opposite directions with our workouts. I am getting lean while he builds mass. It is hard for him because he runs all of his calories off. I on the other hand just started running so I burn off what I don't want to carry. Tony, our Nutritionist/Chef is making two different meal options to help us. Another thing that is hard for slave is that he prefers vegetable over protein so he has had to eat more protein and a bit more fat. His work is starting to show.

I read a short story in a book called Best Gay Bondage Erotica by Jack Fritcher called Don't Throw Me Into the Briar Patch. It reminded me or should I say "made clear" the reason and purpose for my bondage perversions. It also helped me understand my slave a little better.  We need our BDSM activities. I think we're not just addicted to it, we understand our programming, the proclivities that we are born with and nature as we grew. I understand that my slave needs it even more than I do.

Ray's Surprise For My slave:

It's a table of horrors that is made of steel with many locking accessories. Ray had slave lay face down on the table. His face fit into the front half of a steel helmet that is firmly bolted and welded to the table. There is a hole in the face for air and to insert various toys into the mouth. The back half of the hood is fitted over the back of the head and locked in place. A wide leather strap is fastened and locked across the slave's back.  Ray fits and locks steel restraints around slave's biceps that are connected by a metal rod to metal wrist restraints. There is a hole in the table through which slave's genitals are exposed for further bondage and torture. Ray inserted a nine inch plug into the slave's ass then connected a t-shaped metal strap to the table between slave's legs then brought it up and fastened the long portion of the device to the table on both sides of slave's waist. The metal strap between the slave's legs holds the plug in place.

The slave is shaking from either fear of excitement or both. Ray continues restraining him by folding his legs so the calves touch the back of the thighs. He locks them in metal ankle restraints that are connected by a short rod to the slave's wrist restrains. Leather straps around his bound legs enforce further compression. We sat back and lit cigars. We smoked and drank a cognac while watching the slave's motionless struggle.

The slave has been locked down like this for nearly five hours. He has stopped sweating. Here is a quiver in his voice but he is okay. His hands are warm. His leg muscles are soft and relaxed. He can talk because we decided to let him wallow in his situation without struggling with a gag. His genitals are untouched although his cock is constantly erect and begging to be played with but I don't want to disturb his healing Apadravya. We'll let him out soon and take him to bed but not before I take the silicon cock out of his ass and replace it with mine. I am sure Rays wants his ass too and I will let him have.